“You’re teasing me,” I accuse.
He chuckles. “Weren’t you teasing me?”
I fold my arms. “Exactly. You’re not meant to tease me back.”
“Can’t take a dose of your own medicine?”
“You’re mean.”
Addy puts the watering can down, comes over, and puts his huge hands on my hips. “Maybe, but you still love me.”
He bends his knees until he’s able to kiss me easily. He tugs me against him as he does. His body feels wonderful pressed up against mine. I stroke his nape and cling to his shoulder, returning his kiss passionately. Between the kiss and the bulge in his trousers, I almost forget I’m supposed to be showing him the cupcakes.
“Cake,” I say, tearing my lips from his.
“Kiss,” Addy says in a tone that makes my spine tingle and my toes curl.
He turns me around until I’m backed up against the table. Then he lifts me onto it. I part my legs so he can stand between them.
“I missed you,” he whispers before kissing me so hard he steals my breath.
I wrap my legs around his waist and use them to bring him closer to me so I can feel him. I slide my hands over his shoulders, feeling the strength in his muscles. I love him so much.
“Cake?” I ask, although he could easily make me forget the cake if he keeps kissing and touching me.
He chuckles and takes a half step back. “Cake.”
I almost pout, then remember it was my suggestion to stop fondling each other. I pick up the cake box and, balancing it between us, open it.
“Wow!” Addy’s eyes widen until they’re as big as saucers. “They’re beautiful.”
My cheeks heat up at the praise. Each cupcake is covered in white royal icing and decorated with delicate sugarcraft cherry blossom with pink edible pearls in the centre of each one.
“They almost look too good to eat.”
“Sniff one first.”
Addy arches an eyebrow. “You’ve laced them with drugs, haven’t you?”
I giggle. “No! Of course not. Trust me, smell one.”
Carefully, he lifts a cake out of the box and holds it near his nose. He inhales, and a sound of contentment rumbles in his throat.
“Sweet and floral,” he says. “Just like blossom.”
“Cherry blossom, to be precise,” I say, feeling very proud of myself. “I ordered some cherry blossom syrup from Japan. Try it. Go on. Take a bite.”
He peels back the paper case and sinks his teeth into the cupcake, cracking the royal icing and slicing one of the cherry blossoms in half.
“Oh…” He groans and gives me his typical ‘this is amazing’ face, which is so similar to his orgasm face it turns me on.
Okay, I was already half turned on thanks to the way he kissed me and pressed up against me, but the expression on his face does me in.
“Rich,” he says, taking a smaller bite. “Floral. Is that almond? Oh, and the fruitiness!”
He finishes the cake and drops the crumpled wrapper back in the box, which he takes from me. He puts it aside and kisses me again. I can taste the cake on his lips and tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer again.
“Did you make those for the shop?” he asks.
